February 2011
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it will be the first day of second year in a few hours’ time. bad news: i have savage beasts in my stomach which i’ve failed to tame with old wives’ tales. thing is, i haven’t felt this nervous since the morning of my final exam last year, having marooned myself in a toilet cubicle because i refused to be caught dead looking pale, in shivers, nauseous and cold. my mind is in circles, and i am...
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where i live, it is dark at seven or eight in the evening, the moon appears several hours later, and shines half-heartedly in a starless sky. but night comes ablaze with the glare of vehicle headlights and streetlights and lighted rooms in houses made of bricks and cement. here, darkness prevails in the presence of light and it is extravagant, a sight i choose to remember with something more than...
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there were things i wanted to say, consoling things, senseless things, so i crossed my fingers and hoped the phone would ring. but days and days later, nothing.
it took me some time to let go, when i did i let the receiver off the hook. on the same day i tried to read, but i fell asleep and let the book sink into the pillow.
it was the ringing of a phone that woke me up in the late, overcast...
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“Food is all those substances which, submitted to the action of the stomach, can...”
– The Physiology of Taste, Brillat-Savarin
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i just came out of the shower, dressed myself in a pyjamas combination and realised that i haven’t worn this exact combination in quite a few months, last i remember i was miles away from home. i feel a sense of unjustifiable comfort in this peach shorts and blue shirt ensemble, and also some awkwardness because this outfit months ago fit a reflection that i cannot yearn to have back in my...
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“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or...”
– Stephen Stills
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i was in the sunsets that made you sentimental, in the conversations from faraway, in the guilt of late night meals, in the restaurant that reeked of barbecued food, in the early and unhurried breakfasts, in the words You look nice in that dress, in the quiet you disregarded, and in all the days you chose to ignore.
bon voyage! bonne chance, bonne nuit ma chère!
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one of them i recognised, though couldn’t exactly place him, until he laughed and a flood of memories deluged my absent mind. his laugh didn’t fit; it wasn’t the laugh you’d expect from a boy of his appearance, but it was a covetable laugh because it always made my throat tickle to give forth a gleeful chortle.
he is striking. i don’t know if you’ve seen pictures of him but he is a stunner, and...
